Here’s a little poem for all you old folk out there whose “Forgeter Be Forgotten”. Read on and you will understand, especially if you are of a certain age.
My forgetter’s getting better,
But my rememberer is broke
To you that may seem funny
But, to me, that is no joke
For when I’m ‘here’ I’m wondering
If I really should be ‘there’
And, when I try to think it through,
I haven’t got a prayer!
Oft times I walk into a room,
Say ‘what am I here for?’
I wrack my brain, but all in vain!
A zero, is my score.
At times I put something away
Where it is safe, but, Gee!
The person it is safest from
Is, generally, me!
When shopping I may see someone,
Say ‘Hi’ and have a chat,
Then, when the person walks away
I ask myself, ‘who the hell was that?
Yes, my forgetter’s getting better
While my rememberer is broke,
And it’s driving me plumb crazy
And that isn’t any joke.
Can you relate to this? I certainly can and if you can too, you are probably getting on in years like me. Share this with your friends, I’m sure they will fully understand. Join the club! Dementia is no fun, not for those suffering from it or their families. Help keep your memory working by stimulating your laughing zones.
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